Autumn Novels & Stories

Its leave-less branches is bent in a way that provides some kind of shade on a big hole in the ground. I squint my eyes to help clear my vision and move slowly towards the hole and that's when I see it too. ********************************

Especially on one of their favorite hobby. Tormenting September.

Sorry for the long author's note haha. Nity out 🍄

Autumn had arrived at Crestwood State University, casting a beautiful, warm glow over the campus. The familiar back-to-school jitters mingled with the rich scent of fall foliage. Freshman year was in full swing for Jane and Mike, a new chapter of their lives opening before them, promising endless possibilities.

Dorin stood by the doorway with nothing better to do. He looked around and noticed a window at the end of the hall. He walked to the window and stared outside. The leaves in the trees are starting to change color. Back in Monarch forest, the trees start to change color in October. Isn’t it still August? “Well, it will be September next week,” thought Dorin, “but still, there’s a whole month of difference in the two places.” He stretched out his hand to reach a sunbeam. It was starting to get a bit chilly. Or perhaps it never really gets warm here?

Rhea introduced herself. "And the last but not the least! My name is Jordan! Aka Summer's most gorgeous friend ever! But you can call me Jor or Dan for short! Maybe we can be friends so that I can teach you sense of—ouch!" He didn't finished his speech because Rhea smacked the back of his head. Greka raised an eyebrow at him and her attention went back on me. 'can I kill him?' she mouthed and I glared at her.

Autumn arrived with a sharper clarity than the seasons before it, as though the world itself had decided to be honest. The mornings were cooler, the air thinner, the light less forgiving. Grace noticed how everything appeared more defined. Edges were clearer. Colors deeper. Even sounds carried differently. She welcomed it. There was something grounding about a season that did not pretend to be gentle.

October arrived like a slow exhale. The property settled into its autumn rhythm — leaves turning on the oak tree from green to amber to deep, burning red, the garden releasing its last abundance before the cold came, the retreat center wrapping itself in wool blankets and woodsmoke and the particular kind of interiority that shorter days invited. The women who came to the center in autumn always seemed different from the summer arrivals. Summer brought urgency, the need to escape before the heat broke them entirely. Autumn brought something quieter. A recognition. A willingness, finally, to sit wi

*My mate turns out to be the mafia king?!* “Stop flirting with my staff.” My head snaps toward the guy I’ve run into twice today. I thought he was just an average school playboy. “Your staff?” I ask stupidly. He smiles widely. “That’s right, sweetheart. This is my club.” * “W-what are you doing?” I whisper, but the look in his eyes says it all. “Do you feel that?” He asks. It takes a second, but then I feel tiny sparks racing along my skin as his hand slips under my jacket and over my skin. I gasp, and then his lips are on mine. *** A few years ago, a series of scientific research buildings were attacked. The chemicals from those research facilities had seeped